(the vendors give breadcrumbs of information. yes, there was a mortified young man with strange eyes through their tents, but nearly an hour prior, and though their congruences were helpful initially, they don't last. one vendor claims the guy had an eyepatch. a second vendor decides that the guy might've had a missing arm, but his foggy memory could only be cleared if someone somewhere "deigned" to purchase something from his shop.
to his credit and woe, jonas, for sakura's and now sasuke's sake, buys a reddish scarf.
it hangs around his neck as he trudges to the haruno clinic, still determined to help. it's a route he's taken more than a few times, often being taught there and trying to play assistant where he can and is allowed to; he reaches the piers with plenty of time to spare. of course, by no insidious planning of his own, that introduces him early to sasuke's manic pacing, which he stands to watch for a full minute before finally deciding to stop the fucking guy.)
Uh, hey, (he interrupts, raising a hand while walking past sasuke. his heading is a bench offset from the street, which is sat upon with a low sigh.) Let me guess: She wasn't in there.
(damn. well, there's no sense worrying about something they can't change. it was their first shot at thisβhis, at leastβand jonas is more concerned about sasuke's mounting cortisol levels than he is about him retrieving his body in short order.
he pats beside him on the bench. pat, pat, pat.) C'mon over here for a sec. I actually have a lead to talk to you about.
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to his credit and woe, jonas, for sakura's and now sasuke's sake, buys a reddish scarf.
it hangs around his neck as he trudges to the haruno clinic, still determined to help. it's a route he's taken more than a few times, often being taught there and trying to play assistant where he can and is allowed to; he reaches the piers with plenty of time to spare. of course, by no insidious planning of his own, that introduces him early to sasuke's manic pacing, which he stands to watch for a full minute before finally deciding to stop the fucking guy.)
Uh, hey, (he interrupts, raising a hand while walking past sasuke. his heading is a bench offset from the street, which is sat upon with a low sigh.) Let me guess: She wasn't in there.
(damn. well, there's no sense worrying about something they can't change. it was their first shot at thisβhis, at leastβand jonas is more concerned about sasuke's mounting cortisol levels than he is about him retrieving his body in short order.
he pats beside him on the bench. pat, pat, pat.) C'mon over here for a sec. I actually have a lead to talk to you about.